Yang clubbing my Ying

Well, any weekend plans are right out. I'm required to be here to strike the set of Zorba Saturday night into Sunday morning. Suck. Well, what am I going to do about it? It's the one time I've been required to do anything for this class, and it's for good people.

On a happy note, I went to get a snack out of the vending machine and found the guy refilling it. I asked, politely, if I could have a granola bar and he gave me one. I held out my pathetically limp dollar bill, but he just smiled and said 'don' worry 'bout it."
My confidence in humanity was restored for the next ten minutes.

Don't know if I mentioned this, but I was home on Tuesday at an appointment to determine how to get my wisdom teeth out. After watching the 20 min. video disclaimer about how _not_ removing wisdom teeth can cause damage to other teeth, and how removing them could cause nerve damage in my lower jaw, oh, and maybe death, I got to meet the guy who'll be butchering my mouth. He was a likable guy. I really don't feel that a missed day of work and two missed classes was worth it though. Oh well.
While I was home, I went and turned over some flower beds for mum while she was at work and I was waiting to drive back. Pulled the dead, dried snapdragons up and banged out the roots, and noticed that they had managed to replant themselves. I very carefully took up the rest of the old dead ones and left the little green ones. Also continued the stone wall that CarKiller had started under the deck. It was a nice day. It was good to play in the dirt.

Went and visited Gram. She's doing ok. Wants to come home. I don't blame her. Mom's pulling her hair out trying to balance Gram's books. Things were let go far longer than we had imagined. There's still a substantial sum of money missing. There's no way I can help her.

Mom's birthday is on the 20th. I'm thinking about going and getting her some nice shirts, since she never buys anything for herself, and if you give her a gift certificate she spends it on someone else, (sound like anyone you know?)

I have a paper due tommorrow. It's about Baron, and it'll be interesting, but I have No Desire to write. *sigh* It'll get done. It'll surpass their expectations and fall well short of mine. Whatever..

Looking into helmets for riding. If I'm going to get into SCA riding with any seriousness, I should get the gear.

Take care, all,
- K.

WOO!

And now the vending machine decides to give me _two) packages of M&Ms. Yay!
*munchmunchmunch*

- K.

To Ride a Fine Horse

I know a man who's blind,
Who can see the gentleness and grace of frost settling on the grass.

I know a woman who is deaf,
Who can hear beauty haunting with a loon's call in people's souls.

Now in this time
Where I am the Judge,
the Jury,
and the Executioner
Can I keep their lessons in mind?

Fury whips me like the tide
Rising, falling, and rising again
To rend and tear at the structure I created
Mine.
My safety.

"MINE!"
Bellowed
loud and raw
Strained and torn
Followed by the thunder of the most wreched howl,
High and mournful
filled with anger
fear,
disgust,
and...
pity.

How Dare you test my patience?
How Dare you test my limits?
This is not a thing for you.

Falling, falling, to it's knees.
Keep brutally beating that equine corpse.
Maybe someday, it will get up, move on, let go,

and all you'll have left
is yourself.



- K.
(If you want to use this, ask me first. My poetry is a reflection of innermost turmoil. Do not abuse it's posting.)